Football modifier

Chapter 646 Sure enough, I was stimulated to go crazy

Johannesburg Football City Stadium.

On July 18, the eyes of the whole world were focused on here. After a month of fighting in the 2010 World Cup in South Africa, the top 32 were selected from all continents of the world after four years of bloody fighting. Now there are only one of the last two 'King's Masters' here. The winner raised the golden Hercules Cup and accepted the worship of hundreds of millions of fans around the world. It was past 17:20 p.m. Less than 40 minutes before the official start of the game. At this time, the two teams fighting had arrived at their respective locker rooms. The Spanish team At this time, the final warm-up is on the court, and the Argentine team has not yet appeared!

On the field.

The Spanish stars are full of energy.

Unparalleled talent, ultra-high and skilled skills, proficiency in cooperation, chic and upright posture... Although they are warm-up, they still perform extremely elegantly, and their movements are wonderful and elegant, which attracts the red Spanish fans in the stands, and the cheers are like waves on the shore. It sounded the same 'boom' and 'boom'!

With the temporary stands, the stands of the Football City Stadium can accommodate almost 100,000 people, which is quite terrible in terms of the capacity of various stadiums in this World Cup. Giant slags are piled up around the stadium. The entrustment area is a relatively poor urban area. South Africa's political axe also invests relatively little in here. The traffic from the center of Johannesburg is very inconvenient, and there are often traffic jams.

It is said that at the opening of the World Cup, many officials missed the opening ceremony because of traffic jams.

Nevertheless, the stadium has been open to the public since 14:00 at noon to admit fans. At this time, it is completely full. The seats of 100,000 people are crowded. Looking around, there are people everywhere... At this time, there are still a few unwilling fans holding high outside the stadium to buy tickets. The brand is waiting, and some of the other fans who don't have tickets choose to watch the game on TV in the nearest bar, and the other part ingeniously climbed up the high slag pile around the court and sits in this high place like a giant mountain peak, just far away to see the love in the court through the opening at the top of the court. Shape, if you are equipped with a high-power telescope, then congratulations, you can almost enjoy the same treatment as the lucky one sitting in the stands - except that the wind at the top of the slag pile is a little strong!

......The game will start in less than half an hour. The Spanish team is warming up on the court. Everything is very smooth for the [Door Soldiers]. They have no injuries and no main red card suspension. Bosco can arrange the most powerful lineup he needs at will. "!"

On the crowded commentary table, the figures are busy.

Spanish commentator Cervantes is introducing the situation of the team hostage. Like many Spanish fans, due to the media public opinion before the game and the confident statement of Spanish coach Bosque, Cervantes is also full of confidence in defeating the opponent to win the Hercules Cup.

"... Before that, our reporters followed the Argentine team's bus, and according to the news they sent back, they never found that Argentina's number one star Leo Messi appeared... Although the madman Li has always refused to hold a press conference to announce [flying Stone incident] After the incident, Messi's injury, but according to authoritative experts' speculation from the damage to the bus, Messi's injury will certainly not be mild, and it is basically certain that he will be absent from the final... Hey hey, although the behavior of the Catalan extreme fan named Basiles is not desirable, if Ten minutes later, we finally won the Hercules Cup because of Messi's absence, so there is no doubt that his name will be recorded on the monument of the Spanish football history!"

When Cervantes said this, the topic changed again: "Of course, we also need to understand the madman Lee, hey hey, because he is now about to be exhausted by World Sports and Flores..." Cervantes' tone was full of unconcealed gloating. He continued: "In my opinion, crazy If Zi Li can command the game without crying, he needs his nerves to be made of steel!"

As a commentator on the hostile side, Cervantes' position is biased towards Spain without any suspense.

... "... Oh, oh, oh, oh, there was a sudden burst of huge cheers on the court... What's going on? Oh, it's the Argentine team. They finally came out to warm up... God, there is still no Messi, and even the substitutes are warming up on the court, but we only haven't seen Messi, the soul of the team... Is it possible that this, which was originally favored by many experts, is likely to become Maradona in this game? After that, the second talented Argentine player to be crowned, did he really miss the World Cup final? This is really a pity!"

French commentator Jean Dino is in a neutral position. He just regrets the absence of [King of Barcelona]. Anyway, as neutral fans, they are only looking forward to a wonderful game, that's all.

And on the commentary, the most anxious thing is the Argentine commentator Canitas.

This man revealed nervousness and anxiety in every cell all over his body. He sat in the seat of the commentary seat, and his legs kept shaking. This was a phenomenon that had never happened before: "God, don't... Will Leo really miss the game? ...Damn it, give me a plane ticket. I'm going to Spain now to grind the stinky shit called Basiles into meat sauce to feed the dog in the ham sausage..."

At this point, Canitas suddenly seemed to want to hit something. He anxiously grabbed the [God of War] Batistuta beside him and asked, "Gabriel, you are a member of the coaching staff. Come on, can Leo play or not? Is the madman hitting the smoke bomb?

To his disappointment, Batistuta shook his head.

Canitas was decadent, and even his golden blonde hair in the sun seemed to have lost its luster in an instant... However, he didn't notice that the corners of Gabriel's mouth had been up, as if he was holding back from laughing.

"This guy... If everyone finds out that they have been cheated after the game starts, they will definitely hate him to the bone... Hey hey, I really want to see the cunning and arrogant old man in Bosque's dumbfounded appearance... But speaking of which, Li should be dealing with those difficult people now. Reporter, right?"

Batisturta couldn't help laughing.

............"Stupid!!!"

Li Tongfan got up, pointed to Flores's nose and scolded, "You say you're a fool or look up to you. Do you think that asking a few stupid idiots with low IQ like you to play a stupid farce with you can make me lose my soul? Wash your ass and wait for it to be fucked!! B bitch, this matter won't be over for so long. You'd better let the American evaporate. Otherwise, your end will not be much better than the last time the dog crawled..."

Flores was stunned and trembling with anger.

Bosk, the old coach sitting next to the madman Li, was shocked. The madman Li... is really a madman. Is he really insane by the previous news of World Sports? Well, this is a good phenomenon. It's a sign!

Other crowded reporters in the press conference hall also looked at each other.

Only those journalists who are familiar with the madman Li should not be surprised. They have long been scolded by the madman Li, who often points to the nose and scolds the 'bitch'... But for the reporters who have only come into contact with the madman Li since the beginning of the World Cup, this is simply an incredible scene. Before such an official finals, the news release At the press conference, he abused a well-known journalist without scruples, and even Mourinho, known as a madman, could not do it!

And the reason for this scene was that Flores politely asked, "Mr. Li, you are madman..." For a professional reporter, it was normal to ask such a question. As a result, before he finished speaking, he was scolded by the madman Li.

A reporter from a Spanish tabloid couldn't stand it anymore. He scolded angrily with his neck, "Mr. Li, madman, is this the demeanor of [God on the side of the football field]? It's so disappointing..."

"Disappointed your mother!!"

Li Tongfan scolded again, and the contemptuous expression on his face was obvious: "Another fool, what are you staring at? Did you bite me? MLGBD!!! I don't know anything about it. What kind of big-tailed eagle do you pretend to be? Still demeanor? When did you have a bullshit demeanor? Hurry up and put me to death!!!"

The reporter's scolded eyes straightened and the corners of his mouth twitched, pointing to Li Tongfan and couldn't say a word.

"Good...good, good!! Hey hey, I'm really scolding, but no... Aren't you arrogant? Why are you betrayed by your favorite woman... huh? Hahahahaha, you are destined to lose everything, including the next game!!!"

Flores finally reflected at this time.

Now he has completely torn his face, sarcastic words, and then gloatingly. After saying this, he went straight out of the press conference hall and did not give the madman Li a chance to scold him at all. Flores wants to stab the crazy heart of the madman Li in this way, and it's better to make this sworn enemy hold out the internal injury.

"Betray your mother's head... Damn it, don't go if you have the guts!"

Li, the madman behind the interview table, was furious and jumped up with red eyes like a forced rabbit. He turned over the table and was about to chase him out to fight. The news officer at the scene couldn't stand it anymore. He and the security guard hurriedly chased over and grabbed the madman Li, afraid that the man would make a press conference and so on. Things... Bosco smiled and hurriedly helped the security guard pull the madman Li out of the hall from the backstage.

"This madman has been completely stimulated to lose his due reason... It seems that my worries are superfluous, hehe, he's still young after all!"

Helping the madman Li out of the press conference hall, Bosque left with his hands behind his back with a smile.

Looking at the old fox of Bosque leaving, Li, a madman who was about to stop the security guards, suddenly stopped struggling, thanked the two security guards and the press officer with a smile, and left with a smile.

"MLGBD, Goujian, the king of Yue, even ate poop in order to restore the country. I just pretended to be crazy and stupid once. What's the harm? Bosque, you old fox, don't think that you didn't see your thief clearly. When the game starts, you're pissed off!! Hey hey, but this time I'm also scolded. Let Flores, a bitch, be proud for a while, and then deal with him after the game!"

Li Tongfan was proud of himself.

As long as I think of the system task released by FM2010 this time, I suddenly have a refreshing smell of 108,000 pores all over my body. Lao Li never thought that this sinister and shameless system would also have time to play cold jokes.

(to be continued)